Chapter 37

"By the way, I heard that when paper-sculpting masters make them, they deliberately don't dot their eyes,

otherwise the paper-sculpted person will become evil, come to life, be able to communicate with yin and yang, and be extremely terrifying!" One person recalled.

"Have you heard of 'dotting the eyes of a dragon'? Legend has it that if you draw eyes for a dragon, it can break free from its shackles and become a true dragon!"

Another person interjected.

"Paper-sculpted people cannot have eyes dotted, and dragons cannot have eyes dotted, but this paper-sculpted dragon-man is begging to have eyes drawn...

Just thinking about it makes my back chill." One person said, with goosebumps all over.

"If you really draw eyes for it... hiss, I dare not imagine that scene." Another person said.

BabaYa floated on her broom to the front of the parchment-sculpted dragon,

and a gentle smile bloomed on her face, "Hehehe, what a cute little guy."

"For cute children, I am always willing to fulfill a small wish for them." BabaYa asked seemingly sincerely,

"What is your wish?"

In fact, this is her usual trick.

The parchment-sculpted dragon slowly raised its head, its empty eye sockets aimed at BabaYa, repeating that sentence:

"May I ask, can you draw a pair of eyes for me?"

Its voice had no emotion, mechanical and persistent.

BabaYa's body trembled slightly, and then her smile reappeared,

"A mere pair of eyes, I can naturally help you draw them."

She used her broom as a pen and the blood bottle at her waist as ink to add a pair of eyes for the paper-sculpted dragon-man—a pair of blood-red pupils!

The Long Guo audience gasped almost simultaneously, fear and anticipation intertwined on their faces.

They knew that once eyes were drawn, the paper-sculpted dragon would break through its shackles and reveal its true form.

"The terrifying moment is coming!"

The audience was fully focused, both afraid and eager to witness the majesty of Long Guo's summoned creature with their own eyes.

Boom!

Sure enough,

after BabaYa dotted the blood-red eyes for that paper-sculpted dragon,

a earth-shaking upheaval instantly engulfed the paper-sculpted dragon.

The skin pieced together by parchment slowly healed before everyone's eyes, and the cracks disappeared bit by bit.

The wind and clouds changed in the sky; above the nine heavens, dark clouds rolled and condensed into a huge vortex.

In the center of the vortex, a pillar of light intertwined with black and red slammed down, instantly shrouding the entire paper-sculpted dragon.

Its body was rapidly ** at a speed beyond imagination.

Twenty meters, thirty meters... until it reached a hundred meters high, soaring into the clouds!

The deer horns rapidly deformed, turning into dragon horns that could pierce the void.

Blood-red eyes surged with endless blood energy, as if walking out of a ten-thousand-zhang sea of blood,

and the body covered with pitch-black scales was extremely hard.

Under the baptism of black and red brilliance,

the paper-sculpted dragon was experiencing a transformation.

It transcended shackles,

broke free from chains,

stood proudly in the world, soared straight into the clouds, tore open space, and shook heaven and earth.

In just an instant, it had broken through the clouds and reached the peak of the nine heavens.

The atmosphere at the scene was heavy and oppressive,

as if it heralded the imminent arrival of some terrifying existence.

This time, it was not just the Divine Ghost Killing Arena; everyone in Long Guo knew it.

In the crowd, a little girl suddenly pointed to the sky and screamed:

"Mom, look, it's the legendary dragon!"

"I saw a dragon!"

For a time, the people around looked up one after another.

Only to see the huge figure slowly descending from the sky, making one's heart palpitate!

Under the gloomy sky,

that body of several hundred meters fell leisurely, with majestic dragon horns and blood-red eyes that were majestic and intimidating.

The five claws, as solid as steel, demonstrated power,

every breath seemed to have thunder echoing, and it dragged thunder and lightning as it moved.

Under a body of pitch-black scales, mottled bloodstains still remained.

Its appearance made the sky seem exceptionally oppressive.

It looked down on all living beings, like the master of this heaven and earth, silently declaring:

The champion has arrived!

Parchment-sculpted dragon?

No!

It is already a true dragon.

At this moment, all the Long Guo audience stood in awe, with indescribable joy flickering in their eyes.

"A dragon! It's really a dragon! It finally broke free from the shackles of paper and turned into a true dragon soaring in the sky!"

"Haha, I'm lucky in this life to be able to witness a true dragon with my own eyes. Although it looks quite fierce, this is what a true dragon should look like!"

"What did I say? The dragon Zhang Cheng summoned is definitely not an ordinary paper-sculpted dragon. Once eyes are dotted, the legend of dotting the eyes of a dragon has come true!"

The Mao Xiong Guo audience on the side was also shocked the moment they saw the true dragon.

"I really didn't expect that Long Guo could send such a powerful existence in a duel!"

"The dragon is the supreme symbol in Long Guo. Although it is not a five-clawed golden dragon in front of us, it is an out-and-out true dragon!"

"That oppressive aura, even if we are separated by tens of thousands of meters, we can feel its majestic power!"

"Just one look, and I feel difficulty breathing!"

"With such a powerful existence, Long Guo could have used it in other challenges; why choose today?"

"Of course, it's to show respect to us!"

"Using a national-level divine beast to confront us, they really gave us enough face!"

"In this battle, even if we lose, Mao Xiong Guo is defeated with honor!"

"Defeated under the hands of a true dragon, how can it be shameful!"

Compared to the countries fought before,

the Mao Xiong Guo audience showed rare rationality; they had long expected that in this battle, Mao Xiong Guo would eventually be defeated by Long Guo.

But what surprised them was that Long Guo gave sufficient respect!

This is the true exchange between powerful nations!

Zhang Cheng looked at Suolia and smiled:

"How about it? My summoned creature didn't let you down, right?"

"No... no..."

Suolia looked at the behemoth in the sky, her mouth twitching.

It's not that it didn't let her down,

this is simply looking too highly of herself!

Such a true dragon, several hundred meters long, calling the wind and summoning the rain,

how can one fight it!

You really think too highly of my BabaYa...

Although she complained in her heart, Suolia still understood Zhang Cheng's intention.

"BabaYa, although we are not opponents, our Mao Xiong Guo never easily admits defeat."

"Give the true dragon some color to see!"

As the words fell,

BabaYa pressed her hands to her chest, whispered a strange incantation, and a huge magic circle slowly unfolded under the feet of the wooden house monster she controlled.

Subsequently, the wooden house monster's body swelled, reaching a hundred meters high, and actually stretched out human arms.

Immediately after,

the wooden house monster waved its huge hands, pouncing toward the true dragon with the momentum of thunder, its speed so fast that it rubbed against the air and caught fire.

Roar!

The true dragon roared, the will to fight burning in its blood-red eyes.

It swung its thick tail, like a divine whip descending from heaven, wrapped in brilliant light, and struck the wooden house monster's arm heavily.

The power was so great that the wooden house monster roared in pain.

Pain! It was really painful!

No, it cannot just admit defeat like this!

The wooden house monster took a deep breath, raised its left foot high, and stepped down heavily, stirring up dust all over the sky.

And then, with the blessing of BabaYa's witchcraft,

it held a blood-eyed giant sword in its hand, fifty meters long, its sharp blade seemingly able to cut gold and break jade.

It waved the blood-eyed giant sword, the sword light flashing, the cold air pressing, and with one strike, it went straight for the true dragon.

Clang!

The harsh sound of metal clashing echoed through the arena.

Layers of energy fluctuations scattered, and in an instant, the mountains shook and the ground moved, and the rivers changed their course.

The audience covered their ears one after another to avoid being hurt.

Those who reacted a bit slowly had their eardrums unable to bear the burden, and blood seeped out.

"Did it hit?"

Suolia widened her eyes, looking toward the sky with some expectation, and then her expression dimmed.

"Sigh, such a big commotion, but the sword broke, and the true dragon is completely unharmed."

"The true dragon is really too strong; this is troublesome."

She folded her arms, and the way she puffed out her cheeks looked quite amusing.

BabaYa felt regret; she originally thought it was just an ordinary paper-sculpted dragon, but she didn't expect the change to be so astonishing.

If she had known, she wouldn't have dotted its eyes!

"No, I must show the true dragon something powerful!"

Suolia gave the final order to BabaYa, "BabaYa, use the ultimate means, the one that shoots waves!"

Shoot waves?

Zhang Cheng, not far away, heard this and looked at Suolia's chest.

Hmm! It was indeed raised by grandma!

As soon as Suolia finished speaking, it was like a command sweeping across the sky.

BabaYa on the clouds understood, bit her fingertip without hesitation,

and the shabby blood bottle at her waist instantly shattered into ash.

In an instant, the sky was filled with bright red, as if the entire sky had been dyed with color.

Only to see her waving the broom in her hand, using blood as ink,

sketching ancient and mysterious runes in the air.

These ready-to-go energy formations swirled around the witch BabaYa.

"Witchcraft... Red Tide Devour!"